nothing special. Just a drab shot of my everyday.
secondary compound.
When it started to rain and snow, I was so glad I bought waterproof shoes. It’s nice to be prepared for bad weather when you know it might arrive.
driving around the complex
the abandoned Xanadu
Closer shot of Xanadu
Driving around the stadium to literally find our other complexes.
long shot of Manhattan and Empire State Building
close shot of Liberty 1
this is a before shot of one of our trailers.
and this is a resverse shot. Tomorrow it will look different. A lot. So, when people ask, you’ll know what I’ve been doing.
Had my desk set up today. I have a brand new Think Pad and quick internet connection. Kick ass.
Finally, after a 13 hours today, I finally find a craft brew.
I’ve always been a late night writer. I’m often too busy during the day, and it’s not until after most loose ends are finally tied up, that I can finally relax. And, much like dreaming, it’s when I can finally process the day, choose to keep the memories that I want, and allow the insignificant tangles to wash away.
And, as the waves recede back into the sea, there are always stellar remains on the beach of our lives that are worth collecting, and keeping. They are always insignificant to others. Like a shell collection, that is trash to most, but sacred to yourself
Perhaps that’s why I have trouble sleeping most nights. I’m not sure dreams complete the process for me. Writing is what helps me tease out what’s important in life. And I’m pretty sure that’s why I’ve been having lucid dreams lately. Even asleep, I’m trying to wake up.
When the things we keep are simple pictures of the snow, in A January Winter in New Jersey, they mean something to me, though they might like appear to be pictures that are snapshots of the mundane nothingness.
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